Chapter 474 You Are Phoebe

The crowd whispered.

A part of the group looked uncomfortable at this and jealous.

The vast majority of designers and models, though, still had envy and blessings in their hearts.

Violet didn't expect Stanley to kiss her suddenly in public, and for a moment her face was blushed.

She pushed him away and pouted, "What are you doing? There are so many people here."

Stanley wiped the corner of his mouth, "We are a couple, you don't need to feel shy."

Violet gave him a blank look, "Alright, alright, hurry up and go to the organizer."

"Well, I'll go first." Stanley nodded.

As he was leaving, he swept his gaze over all the designers and models present, especially Phoebe.

Phoebe was stunned after she noticed it, and her back subconsciously stiffened.

Why was Stanley suddenly looking at her?

Did he have a crush on her?

Thinking like this, Phoebe's heart beat faster, her face reddened, and the way she looked at Stanley
took on a shy look.

Stanley saw it, his brow furrowed, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

What was wrong with her?

Without much thought, Stanley nodded at Violet and left the place.



Once he left, many designers and models surrounded Violet and asked Violet about Stanley's
information.

How could Violet possibly go into detail with these people who were interested in her husband? So she
casually said some fake messages.

"Miss Hunt." At that moment, Phoebe suddenly squeezed through the crowd and came to Violet.

Violet looked at her, "Yes?"

Phoebe smiled, "Miss Hunt, please, in the future, don't bring your husband here, okay?"

Violet raised her eyebrows, "Oh? Why?"

"Can't you see that? Your husband's appearance will cause trouble for everyone, and they can't be
quiet anymore, it is not good for everyone's next competition." Phoebe pointed at the people around
her.

Violet laughed, "Do you really think so? Isn’t it because your selfishness?"

"What do you mean?" Phoebe frowned, and inexplicably had a bad feeling in her heart.

Violet took a step forward and stood face to face with her, standing so close that she could touch
Phoebe’s forehead if she moved forward a little.

"I mean, you won't let me bring my husband, because you're worried that too many people would like
my husband." The corners of Violet's mouth curled into a sneer.

Phoebe blushed slightly and subconsciously retorted, "I'm not, why should I worry about others liking
your husband?"



"Because you like my husband, so you don't want too many people to see my husband." Violet picked
up the conversation.

Phoebe's pupils shrank in shock.

Why would Violet know that she liked Stanley?

She was Pennie now, not Phoebe.

And she never interacted with Stanley now, even when he appeared before her, she didn't show her
feelings.

So why on earth would Violet know that?

Seeing Phoebe's body trembling slightly, Violet coldly snorted, "No more words?"

Phoebe swallowed and squeezed the corners of her mouth, barely squeezing out a smile, "Miss Hunt,
you're joking, how could I like your husband? I don't even know your husband."

"I know." Violet nodded her head.

"Then you ......"

"Pennie doesn’t know my husband, but what about Phoebe?" Violet looked at Phoebe and interrupted
her.

"You ......" Phoebe's face completely changed, a chill ran down her back, and she stared at Violet in
horror, "How did you ......"

"How did I know you're Phoebe, right?" Violet smiled.

This smile of hers was no different from the devil's smile, in Phoebe's opinion.



Phoebe subconsciously wanted to escape, yet her legs were frozen in place, unable to move.

"Miss Hunt, what are you talking about? You've mistaken me for someone else, I'm not Phoebe."
Phoebe couldn't escape, and could only barely maintain her composure to deny her identity.

Violet looped her arms, "Okay, I know very well if you are Phoebe or now, and I have evidence, or I
won’t say so, but you do make me admire, after your fraudulent death, you ran abroad to change your
face into Pennie, I really did not expect that."

"......" Phoebe did not speak, and the hands on either side gradually clasped.

She had originally thought that Violet was just trying to test her out of being Phoebe or not.

She didn't expect Violet to be able to know that she had plastic surgery, so she did get the evidence
that she was Phoebe.

Phoebe took a deep breath and tried her best to forcefully hold back her panic as she locked eyes with
Violet, "How exactly did you know it, and who gave you the evidence?"

Her original plan to fake her death was flawlessly formulated, and Violet believed that the corpse was
her.

So if no one had given Violet evidence and alerted her, there was absolutely no way Violet would have
known she was Phoebe.

Who the hell was that guy?

"I received an email out of the blue, but ......" Violet's eyes flashed with a hint of shrewdness, and
reminded Phoebe as if inadvertently, "Since he knows so well that you are Phoebe, it means that he



must be someone who knows you, and also knows that you had fraudulently died and went abroad for
plastic surgery in the first place."

"Ivy, it must be her!" Phoebe said as her face twisted and her body trembled with anger.

When the fraudulent death had occurred, it was Ivy who had reached out to her.

It was also Ivy who arranged for her to leave the country and for a doctor to give her plastic surgery.

So there was no one else but Ivy.

"So it's really Ivy." Violet laughed out loud.

Phoebe froze, and then understood what was going on, her voice sharply growled, "You tested me?
You deliberately made me reveal the person who helped me leave the country?"

"That's right, I've long suspected that it was Ivy, but I had no proof, so I had to start with you, only that I
didn't expect that you would tell the truth so easily out of anger. I thought I'd have to go through a lot of
trouble." Violet smoothed her hair and smiled brightly.

Phoebe stared at her with a deadly stare, "Violet, how dare you!"

"Sure I dare, worry about yourself, I know who you are, that means Stanley knows it too. And guess
where Stanley is going now." Violet spread her hands.

Phoebe's face was pale and her eyes were filled with fear, "You're turning me in?"

She remembered that just now, when Stanley left, he said he was going to the organizer.

So Stanley clearly went to the organizer to expose her.

And she had actually just ridiculously thought that Stanley had a crush on her.



"You're right, we're here to denounce you, you're Phoebe. I know exactly how poor your design talent
is, so those designs from your previous competition are not yours, since that's the case, naturally I can't
still let you stay here to continue the competition, it's very unfair to the other contestants." Violet said
coldly.

Phoebe's sudden, frantic scream startled everyone around her, casting glances and wondering what
had happened.

Violet covered her ears, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Violet, it's not enough that you ruined me once, now you want to ruin me a second time?" Phoebe
twisted her face, her eyes cut-throat as she looked at Violet.

"You're right, we're here to denounce you, you're Phoebe. | know exactly how poor your design talent
is, so those designs from your previous competition are not yours, since that's the case, naturally | can't
still let you stay here to continue the competition, it's very unfair to the other contestants." Violet said

coldly.

Phoebe's sudden, frantic scream startled everyone around her, casting glances and wondering what

had happened.
Violet covered her ears, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Violet, it's not enough that you ruined me once, now you want to ruin me a second time?" Phoebe
twisted her face, her eyes cut-throat as she looked at Violet.



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